Leroy F. Jackson

Slippery Slim, a garter snake, Leaned against a garden rake And smiled a sentimental smile At Tilly Toad, on the gravel pile, Till that bashful miss was forced to hop And hide her face in a carrot-top. Leroy F. Jackson…[Continue]

A race, a race to Moscow, Before the close of day! A race, a race to Moscow, A long, long way! First comes a butterfly a-riding on a frog, Next comes a water rat a-floating on a log; A caterpillar …[Continue]

King Kokem lay snoozing upon his brass bed— Oh, play an old tune on your fiddle! With shoes on his feet, and a crown on his head— Oh, tune up your rusty old fiddle! He dreamed of a land where …[Continue]

Oh, Mother, Oh, Mother, Come quickly and see, The house and the farmyard Have gone on a spree. The pig’s in the pantry, The chickens are out, The parrot is perched On the tea kettle spout. And mercy, Oh, mercy, …[Continue]

Billy Bluebird had a party In an elder tree, But the little black-eyed smarty Didn’t ask us to his party Neither you nor me. This is what they had for dinner, For I peeked to see: Apple seeds and beetle …[Continue]

Captain Tickle had a nickel In a paper sack, He threw it in the river And he couldn’t get it back. Captain Tickle spent his nickel For a rubber ball, And when he cut it open There was nothing there …[Continue]

Put down your pillow under the willow, Hang up your hat in the sun, And lie down to snooze as long as you choose, For the plowing and sowing are done. Pick up your pillow from under the willow, And …[Continue]

On a hummock by the lake Stands the home of Doctor Drake, Poor old doctor, how he works! Week by week he never shirks— Pulling teeth for guinea-fowl, Soothing puppies when they howl, Whittling out a hickory peg For a …[Continue]

All aboard for Bombay, All aboard for Rome! Leave your little sisters And your loving aunts at home. Bring a bit of bailing wire, A pocketful of nails, And half a dozen wiener-wursts For every man that sails. Tell Terry …[Continue]

Here come the sweet potatoes And here’s the Sunday meat, I guess we must be ready now To eat, eat, eat. I’m going to have the nicey plate And Daddy’s leather seat, And wear my patent-leather shoes To eat, eat, …[Continue]